Basically, the first movie that came to mind was Tangled, and I just KNOW everyone else is gonna do that... :/ But I wanna go with my first instinct! So whatever.
Here's to being unique, just like everybody else. (haha)
Tangled: Hero=Rapunzel
Ordinary world.
Rapunzel is stuck in her tower, with only her 'mother' to talk and converse with, (and Pascal, I suppose). She dreams of leaving and starting her life out in the world, because she's never left before, but she's too afraid. She holds herself back.
Call to adventure.
Flynn shows up in her house, and she discovers that he can take her on her adventure. He can make it happen. So she lets him take her out of her tower for the first time.
Refusal of the Call.
She fights with herself after leaving the tower. She can't decide what she wants. She's regretting what she did, but she's happy about being rebellious, but she's still angry at herself.
Meeting with the Mentor.
Flynn talks her into going, because he is plotting other things. She decides to continue her adventure.
Crossing the Threshold.
Like I said, she decides to continue her journey of seeing the lights on her birthday. She goes out and experiences the world.
Tests, Allies, Enemies.
Well, there's Flynn's Enemies, those two creepy guys whose names I do not know, and they want the money from the crown and Rapunzel's hair. Then you have the crazy mom, who wants the magic hair for herself. Their bravery and trust is tested during their journey.
Approach.
When the two creepy guys knock out Flynn and tie him to the boat, Rapunzel thinks he betrayed her for the crown, when in reality he is in love with her.
Ordeal.
When the crazy mom stabs Flynn, Rapunzel is devastated. She wants to heal him so they can be together, but he cuts her hair before she can so that nobody will use her for their own personal benefit anymore like the 'mom'. Her tear drop ends up healing him, because it's true love! Aww. Precious. I know. You all cried at that part. She is 'reborn' as a new, stronger, braver girl. Flynn is reborn as a new person, who is honest and good and all that stuff.
Reward.
Rapunzel's reward is obviously Flynn! They live happily ever after.
The Road Back.
She begins her new life living in the kingdom.
Resurrection.
Did I do this wrong..? I don't know what to put here.. the movie's over...
Return with the Elixir.
I also don't know what to put here.. I think I did this assignment wrong somewhere along the way haha
The End. :D
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Road I've Taken.
My name is Dena Bertina. I am a fairly average high-school student. I do not enjoy gossip or being around 1/2 of the kids in high-school however. I am your average senior, waiting to get out and graduate already. My passions are music, writing, and being in love. Every day I wake up, eyes glued shut, dreading school. I am alone at school. My only real friends are my teachers, and my brother. I go home to a loud house, and my best friend and boyfriend. He saves me from my ordinary world. He, and music. They take me to a place that makes me forget all the bad and boring things in my life. My life can get pretty freakin boring... Because I am a very boring person, when I am not writing, singing, or being in love (which basically covers my life at school, aside from choir and creative writing.) My special world begins the second I sing that note. It begins the second my pencil hits the paper. The second my lips touch his. I am taken to a world, a special, beautiful, semi-unpredictable world that stays almost as long as I'd like. When I am in this world, all else disappears. It's just me and him. Me and my mic. Me and my pencil, ready to create something the world has never seen.
But the second I let go, the second it's over, my ordinary world snaps back and slaps me upside the head. Just have to wait till next time, when inspiration hits once more.
But the second I let go, the second it's over, my ordinary world snaps back and slaps me upside the head. Just have to wait till next time, when inspiration hits once more.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Shake The Dust Already! Goodness.
This is for the nighttime cereal eaters
This is for those who DIDN'T make it in the show.
This is for those who feel alone in a crowded school hallway.
Shake the Dust.
This is for the girls who haven't quite figured out hair and make-up.
For the girls and guys with popular older siblings
For the girls with the drug-addict brothers.
Shake the Dust.
This is for the girls whose little sisters have style figured out, and she can't even put a jacket with a stupid shirt.
This is for those who pour their souls out into a notebook that'll never be read.
This is for the shy little children whose goals in life become not getting in trouble, and not making their parents disappointed.
Shake the dust.
This is for those who sleep alone, but dream of something different.
For those who live in an empty room
And those who are still alone even when they leave that empty room.
Shake the dust.
This is for those who cry themselves to sleep at night
because nobody gave them
a chance to speak their mind.
Shake the dust.
Shake it hard.
Shake it till it's ragged and torn
because quite honestly,
that gives it character.
It makes it unique.
It makes it something
beautiful
and worth looking at
worth studying
to see every detail.
Shake the dust
make it new
heck, why not show it off?
After all that dust is gone
it's gotta be something worth flaunting.
Nothing is more beautiful than after it's been cleaned.
^ (This whole list pertains to me... I selfishly thought of myself haha... Here's a few that I thought of that aren't me...):
This is for those who are numb.
Tired.
Hurt.
Angry.
Shake the dust.
This is for those with perfect posture, stuck in stiff, ironed clothes.
This is for those who stand next to the best singer in the choir.
This is for those who are lack-tose intolerant.
Shake the dust.
This is for those who walk the streets with nothing to live for.
This is for those whose dreams did NOT come true
Shake the dust.
This is for those who DIDN'T make it in the show.
This is for those who feel alone in a crowded school hallway.
Shake the Dust.
This is for the girls who haven't quite figured out hair and make-up.
For the girls and guys with popular older siblings
For the girls with the drug-addict brothers.
Shake the Dust.
This is for the girls whose little sisters have style figured out, and she can't even put a jacket with a stupid shirt.
This is for those who pour their souls out into a notebook that'll never be read.
This is for the shy little children whose goals in life become not getting in trouble, and not making their parents disappointed.
Shake the dust.
This is for those who sleep alone, but dream of something different.
For those who live in an empty room
And those who are still alone even when they leave that empty room.
Shake the dust.
This is for those who cry themselves to sleep at night
because nobody gave them
a chance to speak their mind.
Shake the dust.
Shake it hard.
Shake it till it's ragged and torn
because quite honestly,
that gives it character.
It makes it unique.
It makes it something
beautiful
and worth looking at
worth studying
to see every detail.
Shake the dust
make it new
heck, why not show it off?
After all that dust is gone
it's gotta be something worth flaunting.
Nothing is more beautiful than after it's been cleaned.
^ (This whole list pertains to me... I selfishly thought of myself haha... Here's a few that I thought of that aren't me...):
This is for those who are numb.
Tired.
Hurt.
Angry.
Shake the dust.
This is for those with perfect posture, stuck in stiff, ironed clothes.
This is for those who stand next to the best singer in the choir.
This is for those who are lack-tose intolerant.
Shake the dust.
This is for those who walk the streets with nothing to live for.
This is for those whose dreams did NOT come true
Shake the dust.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Ghandiiiiiiiii
When will we own ourselves completely? An obvious answer, coming for a kid my age, would say, "Well duh, when we move out and have our own place and pay for our own stuff..." But, being a writer, I like to look at things a little deeper than that. And i'm sure everyone else is going to as well, since we're all in this class.
We own ourselves when we find ourselves. And when do we find ourselves? When we fulfill our dreams. When we reach our goals. When we become what we've always wanted to be. A lot of the time, resistance is keeping us from reaching our goals. Or sometimes it's just the fact that we keep forgetting. I keep forgetting to fulfill my dreams. I keep forgetting to try... I keep forgetting that my dream has been to sing on stage, in front of thousands of people. My dream is to show every person i've ever met, and even those i've never met, that I can sing like an angel. (Or, at least I like to think I can... sometimes...) When I fulfill that dream, THAT'S when I own myself. THAT'S when I become the greatest I can be.
Because, when you're fulfilling your dream, in that moment, don't you feel something special? Don't you get goosebumps, and feel this amazing feeling that you can't describe? You get that feeling of, "This, THIS is what I was made to do. This is what I'm supposed to be doing." This is the feeling of owning ourselves. We feel as if we've conquered the world, because in a sense, we have. We have conquered our world. Nothing can bring us down in that moment of glory.
I keep forgetting to remember all this! That's a problem. But, for now, I will remember this light... I have seen the truth, and I have discovered the impossible. Now all I have to do is continue to remember... Can't forget this feeling. Can't.
Tonight is not the last time i'll see the light.
We own ourselves when we find ourselves. And when do we find ourselves? When we fulfill our dreams. When we reach our goals. When we become what we've always wanted to be. A lot of the time, resistance is keeping us from reaching our goals. Or sometimes it's just the fact that we keep forgetting. I keep forgetting to fulfill my dreams. I keep forgetting to try... I keep forgetting that my dream has been to sing on stage, in front of thousands of people. My dream is to show every person i've ever met, and even those i've never met, that I can sing like an angel. (Or, at least I like to think I can... sometimes...) When I fulfill that dream, THAT'S when I own myself. THAT'S when I become the greatest I can be.
Because, when you're fulfilling your dream, in that moment, don't you feel something special? Don't you get goosebumps, and feel this amazing feeling that you can't describe? You get that feeling of, "This, THIS is what I was made to do. This is what I'm supposed to be doing." This is the feeling of owning ourselves. We feel as if we've conquered the world, because in a sense, we have. We have conquered our world. Nothing can bring us down in that moment of glory.
I keep forgetting to remember all this! That's a problem. But, for now, I will remember this light... I have seen the truth, and I have discovered the impossible. Now all I have to do is continue to remember... Can't forget this feeling. Can't.
Tonight is not the last time i'll see the light.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Bluuuurrrrrbbbbsssss.......
If you're thinking about reading this, you shouldn't. It's my worst post so far... I'm not good at writing summaries haha.. Scroll down, there's better stuff down there! :)
Love me, Collin Raye
Her parents couldn't stand the sight of him. But he loved their daughter, and wanted to do anything he could to marry her. She loved him dearly, enough that she promised they would run away together. They married without her parents permission, and lived a long life together. At her funeral, He carefully re-reads a note she left him, promising her love. He weeps for her loss, but knows that their love has no end.
Brothers, Vic Mignogna
2 brothers fight the battle of death, and try to conquer the impossible. As the Elric brothers try to bring their mother back to life, they commit a taboo in alchemy. This is the story of their journey back to the life they used to know.
I'm Still Here, Goo Goo Dolls
One mans search for what makes him truly happy. Will he be stopped by the world?
Someone's watching over me, Hilary Duff
When life gets too hard to stand, what pulls you through it? For this girl, it's somebody watching over her. When her older brother is hit by a drunk driver, her world turns upside down. Does she fall apart and give up, or will she pursue her dream of becoming a singer? Does she overcome what she's gone through?
There For You, FlyLeaf
Guy and Girl fall in love, of course. Because that's the beginning to every story, or sometimes even the end. She doesn't treat him right so naturally, he leaves her. But, can she win him back with a change of heart?
Love me, Collin Raye
Her parents couldn't stand the sight of him. But he loved their daughter, and wanted to do anything he could to marry her. She loved him dearly, enough that she promised they would run away together. They married without her parents permission, and lived a long life together. At her funeral, He carefully re-reads a note she left him, promising her love. He weeps for her loss, but knows that their love has no end.
Brothers, Vic Mignogna
2 brothers fight the battle of death, and try to conquer the impossible. As the Elric brothers try to bring their mother back to life, they commit a taboo in alchemy. This is the story of their journey back to the life they used to know.
I'm Still Here, Goo Goo Dolls
One mans search for what makes him truly happy. Will he be stopped by the world?
Someone's watching over me, Hilary Duff
When life gets too hard to stand, what pulls you through it? For this girl, it's somebody watching over her. When her older brother is hit by a drunk driver, her world turns upside down. Does she fall apart and give up, or will she pursue her dream of becoming a singer? Does she overcome what she's gone through?
There For You, FlyLeaf
Guy and Girl fall in love, of course. Because that's the beginning to every story, or sometimes even the end. She doesn't treat him right so naturally, he leaves her. But, can she win him back with a change of heart?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Way I See It...
The way I see it, dreams are what we wish our lives were. What we dream about reflects the things we want our lives to be... At least, that’s how it is for me. When I drift into sleep, my life becomes perfect. It becomes everything I wish it was during the day. It’s everything I think about. So, does that make my dreams good or bad..?
The way I see it, looking at the big picture is how everyone should see life. ESPECIALLY kids in high-school.
The way I see it, this world is a sick place.
The way I see it, this world is an incredibly beautiful place...
The way I see it, teenagers take relationships and gossip and ‘who likes who’ WAY too freaking seriously.
The way I see it, Hershey’s chocolate should not exist, and everything should be made of Lindt chocolate.
The way I see it, Disney channel should not exist either!
The way I see it, people who are actually good at singing should be famous. It seems like it’s always a ‘who can be the weirdest’ contest to determine who gets to be a celebrity.
The way I see it, the piano was the greatest thing ever invented.
The way I see it, once you’ve found the right person it’s really easy to tell that they’re the one.
The way I see it, horses are like 5 year olds. It’s hilarious.
Little Things That Give Me Joy.
Watching little kids play
When people look me directly in the eye while speaking to me
79 degrees outside on a spring day
Sunsets
Soft grass
Cats sitting on my lap
The perfect outfit that makes you feel beautiful
A perfect hair day
Looking at the scenery in St. George
Watching kids use their imagination
Finding the perfect song
Singing one note, just ONE note, p e r f e c t l y .
Warm sand in my toes
Cold snowflakes on my face
Warm rain on my body
One perfect kiss
Being held close, so I know i’m loved
An empty room with a piano, waiting for me to play it
Watching a mother with her new baby
Seeing a new little family, husband and wife, spending time with their little kids
Little kids movies!!
The perfect chap-stick
Coming to school and seeing a beautiful sunrise to start out my day
My nephew when he’s really excited to see me. Nothing makes me feel more special than when someone’s excited to see me.
Silver nail-polish (because i’m not crazy enough to wear a color..)
Just having time alone in my house, because 99% of the time my house is full of people
When the people I love are happy. Truly happy.
Facts About Me..? I feel self-centered xD
I can be very shy and quiet.
I can be a loud psycho that drives everyone insane...
I hate cafe rio.
I love bright colors, yet I always find myself wearing grey...
I am a terrible artist,
but i’m an awesome singer... and it’s taken me 10 years to admit that.
I’ve been singing my whole life.
My life revolves around music and singing.
Did I mention I love to sing?
I am a terrible cook.
I have never worn a pair of shorts that go above my knee outside my room.
I have never broken a bone.
I have never had stitches
I’ve never had to go to the hospital for anything.
I am TERRIFIED of the hospital.
One of my most prized possessions is my scriptures.
My other most prized possessions are my notebooks.
I can count on my hand how many hours of video games I have played in my life (unless you count guitar hero... Everybody has a guitar hero phase)
I am one of those cheesy people that believes in love at first sight, because i’ve seen it happen.
I tan REALLY easily.
I can hold my breath for kind of a long time since i’m a singer...
I HATE TWILIGHT. My sister begged me to read it for a year and I finally did to get her to shut up, and it was the worst book I have ever read.
I’m obsessed with Italian food.
I collect plastic horses... :D
I hate sports. Except hockey.
14 is my lucky number.
I once got a gutter ball while bowling... With the bumpers up. And the ball didn’t even touch the bumpers. Makes you think huh?
In my entire life, my family has owned somewhere over 30 different cats, 2 dogs, 3 rabbits, and 8 or so horses.
I don’t think i’ve ever gone a day without singing.
I have 12 people in my immediate family.
And lastly, my favorite things in the world are the chocolate cake from La Vigna's, standing in the snow by myself in the dead silence, hanging out with my sisters, playing my mini grand when there's no one in the house which is rare, singing at the top of my lungs when it actually sounds good, finding lyrics to songs that are AMAZING, having long, deep talks with people that last hours, and finding scriptures that just make you go WOW. THATS AWESOME.
The end.
My Bucket List...
Stay up all night and look at the stars
Watch the sun rise in st. george
Got to 3 or more Josh Groban Concerts
Go to a Paramore concert
Splatter paint a white grand piano
Make a pot on a pottery wheel
Kiss a dolphin
Pet a goat
Ride an elephant
Hold an owl on my arm
Hold a raven on my arm
Learn enough ASL to have a basic conversation
Pull an all-nighter
Taste pillsbury toaster strudel
Ride my horse on a beach
Walk on top of a plateau in st. george
See the grand canyon
Milk a cow
Attempt to surf
Go to Daylight Donuts at 5am
Go zip-lining in Hawaii
Fulfill everything on my bucket list
(Red=done it!)
Watch the sun rise in st. george
Got to 3 or more Josh Groban Concerts
Go to a Paramore concert
Splatter paint a white grand piano
Make a pot on a pottery wheel
Kiss a dolphin
Pet a goat
Ride an elephant
Hold an owl on my arm
Hold a raven on my arm
Learn enough ASL to have a basic conversation
Pull an all-nighter
Taste pillsbury toaster strudel
Ride my horse on a beach
Walk on top of a plateau in st. george
See the grand canyon
Milk a cow
Attempt to surf
Go to Daylight Donuts at 5am
Go zip-lining in Hawaii
Fulfill everything on my bucket list
(Red=done it!)
Friday, April 1, 2011
Song Stories....
The Luckiest by Ben Folds
Plot: Ben folds is trying to tell his girl how much he loves her, and he is telling different stories about different characters, trying to describe his love for her.
Character(s): Ben folds and his wife ^_^ aww...
Conflict: As cheesy as it sounds, the conflict is that he can't find the best way to describe how much he loves his girl... He keeps trying to give different scenarios and stories to describe how he loves her, but It's hard for him.
Theme: Love... duh.
Setting: On a house, on a street, in a quiet, not-too-crowded town.
Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie
Plot: It starts out with "The atlantic was born today, and i'll tell you how..." It's talking about how water filled every hole, and then it says that he's trying to get closer to the one he loves, but the water filled up the paths and washed them away. Then it keeps saying, "I need you so much closer." Because he wants her closer, so he can get to where she is easier.
Character(s): The main guy singing and telling the story, all the people in the world, and the one he's trying to get to.
Conflict: He wants to get to where she is, but he can't because the water washed away his path. Though the water is a good and beautiful thing, it is also restricting him from getting where he needs to go. It's too far away to swim through...
Theme: Beauty and restriction
Setting: It sounds dumb but, the earth really. The whole earth, or at least the section covered in the Atlantic ocean specifically...
Plot: Ben folds is trying to tell his girl how much he loves her, and he is telling different stories about different characters, trying to describe his love for her.
Character(s): Ben folds and his wife ^_^ aww...
Conflict: As cheesy as it sounds, the conflict is that he can't find the best way to describe how much he loves his girl... He keeps trying to give different scenarios and stories to describe how he loves her, but It's hard for him.
Theme: Love... duh.
Setting: On a house, on a street, in a quiet, not-too-crowded town.
Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie
Plot: It starts out with "The atlantic was born today, and i'll tell you how..." It's talking about how water filled every hole, and then it says that he's trying to get closer to the one he loves, but the water filled up the paths and washed them away. Then it keeps saying, "I need you so much closer." Because he wants her closer, so he can get to where she is easier.
Character(s): The main guy singing and telling the story, all the people in the world, and the one he's trying to get to.
Conflict: He wants to get to where she is, but he can't because the water washed away his path. Though the water is a good and beautiful thing, it is also restricting him from getting where he needs to go. It's too far away to swim through...
Theme: Beauty and restriction
Setting: It sounds dumb but, the earth really. The whole earth, or at least the section covered in the Atlantic ocean specifically...
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Jealousy.
I am jealous of the poem "Song of the little cripple at the street corner" by Rainer Maria Rilke
When I first read it all I could think about was how
SAD
it is!!
It's very depressing...
But at the same time,
inspiring.
It's obviously talking about a cripple, and his poor frail body being bent and twisted...
But when I read this, I like to switch up the words 'body' and 'soul'.
Whenever it says 'soul', I switch it with 'body' and vise-versa.
When you do this, you can relate this poem to anybody.
We are all crippled in some way, some more than others. Our souls struggle to survive at times.
Sometimes our hearts are like poor little wet toads after a rainstorm... Hopping around, trying to become normal again. Trying to go back to every day life.
All of us have a part of us that is weak, that we struggle to live with... Sometimes it's physical, sometimes it's emotional, sometimes it's mental.
I love this poem because it depicts that. It isn't just bluntly talking about a cripple on a street corner. It's talking about all of us. It can relate to all of us. It speaks the words we struggle to find to describe ourselves.
That's why I like this poem.
When I first read it all I could think about was how
SAD
it is!!
It's very depressing...
But at the same time,
inspiring.
It's obviously talking about a cripple, and his poor frail body being bent and twisted...
But when I read this, I like to switch up the words 'body' and 'soul'.
Whenever it says 'soul', I switch it with 'body' and vise-versa.
When you do this, you can relate this poem to anybody.
We are all crippled in some way, some more than others. Our souls struggle to survive at times.
Sometimes our hearts are like poor little wet toads after a rainstorm... Hopping around, trying to become normal again. Trying to go back to every day life.
All of us have a part of us that is weak, that we struggle to live with... Sometimes it's physical, sometimes it's emotional, sometimes it's mental.
I love this poem because it depicts that. It isn't just bluntly talking about a cripple on a street corner. It's talking about all of us. It can relate to all of us. It speaks the words we struggle to find to describe ourselves.
That's why I like this poem.
Why I Sing.
written March 8, 2011
I sing because the music was built and created inside of me. I was made to sing. I sing because, to create such a magnificent sound that can move people is a sound worth making. I sing because it fills me up. Because it takes me into a place that nothing or nobody else can take me to. I sing because it fills my soul with beauty and feeling and love. It makes my head spin until i’m dizzy, and my heart beat at incredible speeds. I sing because it makes my knees weak, and my mouth as dry as a desert from being so nervous. My breathe becomes short, and my body is covered in chills. I sing because despite all that, the moment I step on stage and open my mouth, everything falls into place. My soul and my heart are calm and peaceful. My body stands tall and strong and steady, ready to take on any piece of music. My breathe becomes slow and calm, deep and open. Perfect for my song. And the chills on my body slowly fade away, as the heat of the spotlight fills me up from bottom to top. I sing for that feeling.
But most of all, I sing for the end of the song. Why, you ask? Because at the end... That’s when I see what my music does to people. It fills their souls... it softens their hearts. And best of all, it brings a smile to their face. That’s what it’s all about, for me. Bringing joy to their hearts. And that’s when I feel the MOST successful.
“True success is making other people happy.” - Charles M. Schulz
Thursday, March 17, 2011
I'm TIRED of...
I"m tired of being tired.
I'm tired of not being able to fall asleep.
I'm tired of waking up late.
I'm tired of looking like this every day.
I'm tired of being late to everything.
I'm tired of being early.
I'm tired of people who give me attitude when I haven't done anything.
I'm tired of being a l o n e .
I'm tired of thinking everyone hates me.
I'm tired of nobody wanting to be around me, or so it seems.
I'm tired of trying s o h a r d to be happy and having school ruin that for me every day.
I'm tired of people yelling at me or getting mad at me when all I tried to do was help them or do the right thing.
I'm tired of people being fake.
I'm tired of the cold, cloudy, depressing weather.
I'm tired of my balloon being so full.
I'm tired of being so bottled up.
I'm tired of being s t u c k , with no where to go.
I'm tired of being sick.
I'm tired of being ignored when standing right in front of someone.
I'm tired of waking up before i'm ready.
I'm tired of this m a d w o r l d .
I'm tired of this school.
I'm tired of being pushed and shoved.
I'm tired of feeling like an idiot.
I'm tired of being interrupted.
I'm tired of being misunderstood.
I'm tired of all those stupid celebrities that everyone wastes their time caring about. (Lady GaGa... What a joke.)
I'm tired of letting everything out in my notebook and realizing nobody's going to read it, or let alone care what I have to say.
I'm tired of not being enough for people.
I'm tired of not being enough for myself.
I'm tired of complaining.
That's enough.
I'm tired of not being able to fall asleep.
I'm tired of waking up late.
I'm tired of looking like this every day.
I'm tired of being late to everything.
I'm tired of being early.
I'm tired of people who give me attitude when I haven't done anything.
I'm tired of being a l o n e .
I'm tired of thinking everyone hates me.
I'm tired of nobody wanting to be around me, or so it seems.
I'm tired of trying s o h a r d to be happy and having school ruin that for me every day.
I'm tired of people yelling at me or getting mad at me when all I tried to do was help them or do the right thing.
I'm tired of people being fake.
I'm tired of the cold, cloudy, depressing weather.
I'm tired of my balloon being so full.
I'm tired of being so bottled up.
I'm tired of being s t u c k , with no where to go.
I'm tired of being sick.
I'm tired of being ignored when standing right in front of someone.
I'm tired of waking up before i'm ready.
I'm tired of this m a d w o r l d .
I'm tired of this school.
I'm tired of being pushed and shoved.
I'm tired of feeling like an idiot.
I'm tired of being interrupted.
I'm tired of being misunderstood.
I'm tired of all those stupid celebrities that everyone wastes their time caring about. (Lady GaGa... What a joke.)
I'm tired of letting everything out in my notebook and realizing nobody's going to read it, or let alone care what I have to say.
I'm tired of not being enough for people.
I'm tired of not being enough for myself.
I'm tired of complaining.
That's enough.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Love is...
I don't really like having to define love. Because love is felt and described differently with every different person in the world. Everyone has their own love story, their own lover, their own way they love others. Everybody loves in a different way. So who am I to say what love is? But, that IS the assignment, so I guess I'll try anyways.
I was inspired when we discussed how love is the little things.
Love is putting the toothpaste on her toothbrush for her before she wakes.
Love is scooping the ice-cream for her, and adding more after she says that's enough.
Love is leaving a note, even though you already told her where you were going.
Love is wiping off the hairs all over the sink from when you shaved this morning, so she doesn't have to do it again.
Love is hanging up your coat, and putting your shoes against the wall so she doesn't trip again.
Love is shooting that little kid with a nerf gun because he was flirting with your girlfriend.
Love is giving up half of your french fries, even if you could easily eat them all yourself.
Love is playing basketball in the rain, even though you HATE sports and suck at them, but he enjoys it.
Love is feeding the dog for them without them having to ask you.
Love is coming home to clean dishes, washed laundry, and a clean room, with your sweetheart waiting up for you with a smile and a hug.
Love is plunking out 'chopsticks' on the piano, because you don't know any other song, but you wanted to play her something to impress her.
Love is grabbing his favorite candy bar for him at the check-out stand, because when you saw it, he was the first one you thought of.
Love is leaving a dorky note in his 'notes' on his iPhone.
Love is running through the sprinklers like you're still 5 years old.
Love is sharing a piece of chocolate cream pie, and downing it in 28 seconds flat.
Love is writing 'I Love You!!' in the snow, or on the driveway in colored chalk.
Love is locking him out, and then smiling at him through the window.
Love is making popcorn in the microwave, and smashing your faces up to the glass together to watch it pop.
"Love is giving up your life, without dying."
I was inspired when we discussed how love is the little things.
Love is putting the toothpaste on her toothbrush for her before she wakes.
Love is scooping the ice-cream for her, and adding more after she says that's enough.
Love is leaving a note, even though you already told her where you were going.
Love is wiping off the hairs all over the sink from when you shaved this morning, so she doesn't have to do it again.
Love is hanging up your coat, and putting your shoes against the wall so she doesn't trip again.
Love is shooting that little kid with a nerf gun because he was flirting with your girlfriend.
Love is giving up half of your french fries, even if you could easily eat them all yourself.
Love is playing basketball in the rain, even though you HATE sports and suck at them, but he enjoys it.
Love is feeding the dog for them without them having to ask you.
Love is coming home to clean dishes, washed laundry, and a clean room, with your sweetheart waiting up for you with a smile and a hug.
Love is plunking out 'chopsticks' on the piano, because you don't know any other song, but you wanted to play her something to impress her.
Love is grabbing his favorite candy bar for him at the check-out stand, because when you saw it, he was the first one you thought of.
Love is leaving a dorky note in his 'notes' on his iPhone.
Love is running through the sprinklers like you're still 5 years old.
Love is sharing a piece of chocolate cream pie, and downing it in 28 seconds flat.
Love is writing 'I Love You!!' in the snow, or on the driveway in colored chalk.
Love is locking him out, and then smiling at him through the window.
Love is making popcorn in the microwave, and smashing your faces up to the glass together to watch it pop.
"Love is giving up your life, without dying."
Monday, March 7, 2011
I'll Be In The Sky (prompt 19)
When reaching for the stars,
some will stop
at the grass.
Some may be brave enough
to reach the tree-tops
But when you look for me,
look high.
I’ll be in the sky.
I’ll be the one
that wasn’t afraid
to reach out
and stretch my arm
to it’s fullest extent.
I’ll be the one
who worked
and worked
and w o r k e d…
To fulfill
the highest of dreams.
I will not wait.
I will not have patience
for those
who sit in the grass.
Because those who do
were those who
gave
up
early.
They were those
who did not
B E L I E V E
in themselves.
They did not think
they could make it.
They thought maybe
the trees were the edge
of the boundary.
So they settled for less.
But I chose to suffer.
I chose to suffer the hardships
of work
and pain
and trial
to make myself
Strong
and
Sturdy.
To be someone
that others can lean on
and look up to.
I have worked for this.
I have made
an incredible effort
to get this high.
I guess I feel as if
I deserve it…
At least
I think I do…
I hope I do.
Nobody told me
the speed I was supposed to travel
Nobody told me
the limit.
So I went
Faster
And
Higher
Than most.
And I think
I earned it.
So if you’re looking
for those
who succeeded,
or if you’re looking
for someone special
someone who tried
someone who was worth
the pain
someone who deserves
to live like the stars…
reach up high
to find me
because
I’ll
be in
the sky.
Notebooks
My room
is filled
with notebooks.
All different sizes
and colors
and textures.
So many that
sometimes
I can't contain them all.
I can't let out all my feelings
into them
becuase
I have too many
pages
to choose from...
Too many different ways
I could write it out.
Too many thoughts, especially.
Thoughts about
poetry.
Thoughts about
God
Thoughts about
my thoughts...
Thoughts about
everything.
And I have a notebook
for each.
My notebooks
speak
for me.
They say the things
I am afraid to say
out loud.
It's funny because
I express my
real
true
feelings
as if
telling the world
what I really think.
It's as if
I want everyone to know
how self-centered
and cruel
I think some of them are.
And yet,
I hide my notebooks
in my room
under a pillow
so
nobody
can
read
them.
I guess i'm the type
that's all
talk
but no
action.
I really don't hate the world
I guess my notebooks
make it seem that way.
I just have so many
things
bottled
up
inside.
So much pain
caused by uncaring people
so much anger
brought by
high-school...
And really
writing this
will not solve or change that.
Since i'll probably go home today
and complain
some more
in
my
notebooks.
And those people
I write about
will never know
how
I
truly
feel.
is filled
with notebooks.
All different sizes
and colors
and textures.
So many that
sometimes
I can't contain them all.
I can't let out all my feelings
into them
becuase
I have too many
pages
to choose from...
Too many different ways
I could write it out.
Too many thoughts, especially.
Thoughts about
poetry.
Thoughts about
God
Thoughts about
my thoughts...
Thoughts about
everything.
And I have a notebook
for each.
My notebooks
speak
for me.
They say the things
I am afraid to say
out loud.
It's funny because
I express my
real
true
feelings
as if
telling the world
what I really think.
It's as if
I want everyone to know
how self-centered
and cruel
I think some of them are.
And yet,
I hide my notebooks
in my room
under a pillow
so
nobody
can
read
them.
I guess i'm the type
that's all
talk
but no
action.
I really don't hate the world
I guess my notebooks
make it seem that way.
I just have so many
things
bottled
up
inside.
So much pain
caused by uncaring people
so much anger
brought by
high-school...
And really
writing this
will not solve or change that.
Since i'll probably go home today
and complain
some more
in
my
notebooks.
And those people
I write about
will never know
how
I
truly
feel.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Satisfaction (not an assignment, just for fun)
I’m not really sure
How to start this one…
Because I just want to get
Straight
To the feeling
Rather than making some
Long
Meaningless
Introduction…
I want to talk about that feeling
The feeling that leaves me
Completely
SATSIFIED.
It’s hard to keep that feeling sometimes…
When
Everyone
Can make you frustrated
Well, some people at least…
They make me feel
Bottled up
Tight
In my chest
Head spinning
Can’t stop…
Can’t stop keeping it in
Can’t let it out.
Can’t.
I must be silent
In order to stay sane.
I must be elegant
Charming
Sweet
Unnoticeable
In order
To stay
Normal
In order to keep
From bursting
From going crazy and
Freaking out at everyone…
Because that would be
A little strange…
All I want
Is to feel
Free
And
Satisfied
With myself.
And don’t get me wrong
I am satisfied
With the person I am
But
I’m a little uneasy
If I can’t feel
The satisfaction of happiness.
There are few things
That bring this feeling.
When I am able to
Talk easily
And
Express myself
Without fear
Of judgment,
Ridicule,
Or hurt
When I am able to
Sing
My song
Of life
Both literally
And figuratively
To those
Who are willing
To listen.
Or even when I’m able
To cry
So hard
It hurts
Cry so hard
And deep
And gently.
When someone is there
Ready to get
A wet shoulder…
Because they are there…
They are there to comfort.
I want to keep this feeling…
And keep it there
And keep
It there
And keep
It
There.
This overwhelming feeling,
This and more,
Is what brings me
Total
S A T I S F A C T I O N.
How to start this one…
Because I just want to get
Straight
To the feeling
Rather than making some
Long
Meaningless
Introduction…
I want to talk about that feeling
The feeling that leaves me
Completely
SATSIFIED.
It’s hard to keep that feeling sometimes…
When
Everyone
Can make you frustrated
Well, some people at least…
They make me feel
Bottled up
Tight
In my chest
Head spinning
Can’t stop…
Can’t stop keeping it in
Can’t let it out.
Can’t.
I must be silent
In order to stay sane.
I must be elegant
Charming
Sweet
Unnoticeable
In order
To stay
Normal
In order to keep
From bursting
From going crazy and
Freaking out at everyone…
Because that would be
A little strange…
All I want
Is to feel
Free
And
Satisfied
With myself.
And don’t get me wrong
I am satisfied
With the person I am
But
I’m a little uneasy
If I can’t feel
The satisfaction of happiness.
There are few things
That bring this feeling.
When I am able to
Talk easily
And
Express myself
Without fear
Of judgment,
Ridicule,
Or hurt
When I am able to
Sing
My song
Of life
Both literally
And figuratively
To those
Who are willing
To listen.
Or even when I’m able
To cry
So hard
It hurts
Cry so hard
And deep
And gently.
When someone is there
Ready to get
A wet shoulder…
Because they are there…
They are there to comfort.
I want to keep this feeling…
And keep it there
And keep
It there
And keep
It
There.
This overwhelming feeling,
This and more,
Is what brings me
Total
S A T I S F A C T I O N.
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